Okay, so I'd like to start this off by saying I'm usually a REALLY good kid. Straight A's all throughout high school and college, so far. Never been arrested, never smoked weed, I don't drink, I don't get into fights or shouting matches. I'm really content with being content. And that's the honest truth: I've only had sex once before and it was with a girl I'd been seeing for over three months and we had only tried it a few times (missionary exclusive if you must know...).
I mention all this because when I say that today was unlike any other day— I mean it. I'm genuinely still shaking as I write this... but I want this written down as quickly as possible. I don't want to forget a single piece as the euphoria slowly drips away. And that smell, that wonderful but dangerous smell, under my fingernails that serves a constant reminder of how badly I stuck my hand "in the cookie jar" today (literally and figuratively) will eventually go away too.
To provide a little bit of context: I was born Max. Well, Maxwell Chester Arthur to be exact. I'm 19, almost 20 now. And I grew up in a medium-sized slice of suburbia about half an hour away from Chicago.
My whole life I've been obsessed with my neighbor Buzz's daughters. They were twins. Identical twins. Yeah... and they were only a few years older than me so ever since I started having a mind towards *that* kind of thing my fantasies would usually start with them. They looked like sorority sisters. Not too tall, so they never embarrassingly towered over me, but thin with these flawless long legs. Not giant tits and giant ass either, but there's a difference between "pornstar hot" and "girl next door hot" and I can appreciate both of them! Especially the latter with my ambitious side for the future... you don't become Governor without a smart, sophisticated, trophy wife by your side, I'd think to myself and fantasize late at night. I don't know how the public would react if I was able to bag them both though haha but I would if I could.
Holly & Heather. The biggest bummer to the whole arrangement was the distance, not physically but personality-wise, and coupled with my introverted self it didn't lead to many opportunities. When they moved to the neighborhood, I remember almost shielding myself behind my mother's skirt during meet & greets. One of them I can't remember who, maybe Holly, tugged on her sister's arm and not so discreetly pointed at me— they both giggled and blushed.
Ever since I could remember their parents made it a point to dress them up alike too. Not in a Stephen King creepy kind of way, but at first in this cute "who's who?" sort of way. They eventaully became more than just Thing 1 and Thing 2. It was DEFINITELY sexy. I could see the dads on the block not even really try to hide their wandering eyes, or make any excuses about the excessive hugs or unnecessary physical contact they made over the years. To my knowledge it (thankfully) never went beyond that.. but it motivated me more than anything. 'Fuck these old bastards! Tied up to their wives and their kids... they just get to fantasize, they just get to put Heather's face on their old, ugly wives' faces at night and pray that's enough to get rid of the itch!' I'd think to myself.
'But me on the other hand, I'm young.. I'm in prime. I'm gonna get to know what it feels like to be deep in Holly's pussy... what she smells like when she's turned on... I'll know the moan she makes when I first lunge myself inside of her. I'll have to let the old fuckers know somehow too. It's only cool if people know, but not because you told or bragged about it. That's a cardinal rule too. It's definitely quite the tightrope.'
Now I'd be lying if I said anything really came to fruition the way my cocky little brain had envisioned it. The three of us would bump into each other and occasionally exchange pleasantries at block parties or around town... if I wasn't trying to hide. It's a shame I was never lucky enough to have either one of them as a babysitter or in my friend group because of the age difference. It screwed me both ways! But they were also front-and-center in my sexual mind late at night. Even when I discovered internet porn, it wouldn't be unusual for me to lock my phone half way through and picture Holly and Heather in some of the most exotic outfits imaginable doing unspeakable things to me... and sometimes each other.
When I grew up and started developing a little confidence, some brains, and some muscle mass, I figured I might get their attention. But by then they each had the latest douchebag of the week probably some finance-major prick going to UChicago off "Daddy's Trust Fund." They only got in cause of some Skull & Bones fraternity shit too probably. I couldn't compete with that! A car, money, experience, freedom. Though I tried my best, their father would take me out hunting and fishing from time to time back then when I gained an affinity for the outdoors. It was definitely a passion, but I wouldn't have been such a scrupulous student of his if it wasn't for his daughters. I can't tell for sure whether he knew the extent or not but he definitely caught me staring at Holly's breasts once or twice.
He'd put a hand on me and say something like, "Son, you're a good kid. You can have anything you want when you become a good man... remember that!" Whatever the fuck that meant! It got so bad at one point I just walked in to an occupied bathroom when I was waiting for Buzz to come back from a supply-run to Home Depot. I heard the water running and I just reached for the door knob and turned (that was only the first of two times in my life I could say I was completely without control, solely acting upon animal instincts). It was Heather there... she was just feet away from. The room was steamy, but the curtain was transparent enough I could make out the lines of her body. Her silhouette was so defined—the light was hitting it in just the right way—it was like out of a movie.
She began to sing. Her voice is purely angelic. I instantly got hard. Then some sense finally kicks back in and I pull the door shut ever so softly. It was just in the knick of time too: Holly was making her way down the hallway to the kitchen and would've spotted me. She tousled my hair and said "Let me know if you need anything, kiddo," then she winked at me. She wasn't wearing a bra that day. Probably just got out of the shower before Heather got in there now that I think about it. I remember being so ambivalent in that moment: on the one hand just her touch was enough to make me going wild, while on the other I felt maybe perpetually subordinated in that moment. Like I might never be viewed as a "real man" in their eyes.
*****
A couple years passed without much more than filler added to the plot. My undying attraction kept up through my formative years of college. Even as I was slow dancing with my high school prom date and running my fingers through her brunette, wavy hair, I was imagining it was the perfect blonde, flowing, voluminous locks of Heather. When I got laid for the first time a few months into Freshman year, I remember peeling back some cotton white panties but fantasized of the red lace Holly would adorn from the local Victoria's Secret.
I didn't go home too often because of this very fact & you'd think the years of them off to college and me stuck in the cul-de-sac alone would've been enough to break the obsession. But it didn't.
Something changed though winter break of my Sophomore year. The girls were Seniors now and missed the first half of December on a vacation to a very swanky resort in Vermont. Heather and Holly and their two latest beefed up, Randy Macho Man Savage boyfriends were there too. I'm not going to act like I didn't instagram stalk a little bit... or a lot a bit. I did but it didn't bend me out of shape so much like it might've in past; it was kind of just routine at this point, as sad as that is to say. They had been back for I wanna say just a few days now. I didn't even have excuses to drop by their place anymore.
Tex & I stopped our river boat gambling trips by then! So you could imagine how shocked I was one Wednesday evening when my mom came up to my bedroom to interrupt a round of Overwatch.
"Honey," she peaked her head in through the cracked door, "you have a visitor downstairs." She sounded different his time, but I clearly didn't take anything from it right away.
"Yeah, yeah, just tell Jason to come up. I'm kind of in the middle of something right now actually..." I didn't look up from smashing buttons on my controller.
"It's not Jason, honey, it's Heather.. from next door."
I immediately paused the game and looked up. "Heather really?" My eyes must've been so wide. My mom had no idea the extent I was attracted to the twins, (although how can I say for sure? Mom's have weird ESP powers sometimes) but she knew that I was generally attracted to most pretty girls around my age. "What does she want?" I looked back at my mother quizzically.
"Well, you better get down and find out... also please look a little presentable before you come down." She pursed her lips at my sloppy, holiday state of being. Then she gently closed the door again and I could hear her make her way back downstairs, no doubt to entertain our guest.
I looked myself over and my mom was right. I had Cheeto dust on my shorts and my shirt smelled like raw eggs. I quickly threw on some jeans and a button-down from my closet— I was going for the punk rock look... chicks dig that kind of thing! Now I'm turning the corner on my way down my two-story... and then, there she was. I was frozen stiff standing on the halfpace.
My mom wasn't lying it was Heather, but not the eighteen-year-old Heather I had last seen. No, this was a twenty-two-year-old Heather. It's crazy trying to describe how the woman my heart fucking beat to all these years before could become somehow even MORE attractive to me, but she found a way, she always did. She wasn't the same beach-blonde anymore, for starters, now it was toned, mature color, with light streaks of pigmentation. Her skin glowed. She wore reading glasses, a pink salmon top, and tight.. tight.. pair of yoga pants.
The last Heather was just "the girl next door," but this was a woman: and the photos didn't do her justice. I was not prepared for this. I was dizzy by the time she started to speak... I missed about all of it, but I could tell she was incredibly well-spoken & had even more of a fleshed out personality since we'd last been together.
"Would that be something you think you could help with me...?" She nervously fidgeted with her fingernails. "I know, I know, it's super last minute, but it would mean so much to me!"
